Sunday
Here I am in Washington, D.C., my
home town. Yesterday I gave a speech at a hotel in Tysons’ Corners,
Virginia. It has become an immense metropolis. I remember when
there was almost nothing there. Wow, am I old or what?
After the speech, our little group had lunch at a steak house, a
modest steak house. We had an extremely capable and pleasant Asian
woman as our server. She turned out to be from Cambodia. Her name
was Srey. I could not keep myself from thinking of the horrors she
has seen and what a great change life in suburban Virginia must be
for her. God bless America. She told me she had seen me on TV and
asked if I would take her to Hollywood with me. Cute.
However, today, I am doing other errands. First my wife and I
visited our pal, Mary Carroll, who works at the Watergate. She has
diabetes and many other ailments. I love her a lot so wifey and I
cruised over to GW Hospital and held her hand. It was an eerie
experience because her room had almost the identical view to the
room I had at the old building at GW Hospital where, in 1950, I had
surgery for a torn muscle in my abdomen. I can vividly recall
wrestling with the nurse to keep her from drawing blood from me. I
can also recall the feeling I had when they gave me ether — as if
my head were being dragged around in a circle on a street
pavement.
So, we greeted Mary Carroll, kissed her, and then we went over
to Capitol Hill to wish happy birthday to my scholarly and charming
nephew, Paul, and to say hello to my niece, Emily, and her
astoundingly smart, lovely, and polite children Zooey and
Penelope.
They were such charming and adorable girls, aged, I think,
about 5 and 8, but don’ t hold me to that as an exact number, that
my head was spinning for hours afterwards. Paul and Emily have done
something very right.
Then, off to Oxford, Maryland, in a foggy drizzle. It was a fine
trip and Oxford was atmospheric and haunting in the rain. We had
dinner, as usual, at The Tidewater Inn. Crab soup. Crabcakes. Smith
Island Cake. Maybe as good a meal as I have ever had.
Then, a detour through pitch black rural Talbot and Caroline
counties, to avoid an immense traffic jam, then back to the
Watergate. I slept almost all of the way.
Thursday
Now, I am back in Los Angeles.
Since Washington, we went to Boise, Idaho, where I spoke to
wonderfully friendly Chamber of Commerce people. My host, Bill,
took me to lunch with some super successful (really, really
successful) people, including the Governor, Butch Otter. He has his
head on right about government spending and he has no
pretentiousness about him at all. I liked him and the other fab men
and women at the lunch a lot. Alas, Gov. Otter has to take a
welding class at the community college so he will miss my
speech.
One of the men there, Orville Thompson, along with his wife,
founded a scented candle company that uses little incandescent
bulbs instead of burning wicks to generate a pleasant smell. The
company is thriving stupendously. Another man there runs an immense
pet meds company, also booming. Just great people.
There is still opportunity in America.
The best part of the trip though was a tour of the Idaho state
Capitol. It is a stately, domed, elegant building, like the U.S.
Capitol — except it is in Idaho so there are no metal detectors
and no guards. Not any.
None.
Thence to Chicago for a speech this morning with some super
smart finance people. Last night was dinner with John Coyne, witty
and spectacularly intelligent man whom I know from Nixon days.
Then to the airport and back to L.A., with me reading about
World War II most of the way.
The debate between Vice President Biden and Rep. Ryan was over
by the time we landed, but C-SPAN kindly replayed it.
I am bound to say that Mr. Biden is so smooth he makes me listen
for the hissing sound before he strikes. He is really so smooth it’
s almost unearthly. I loved him calling Mr. Ryan “my friend” just
as his fangs sank in.
Mr. Ryan was clearly nervous — and who wouldn’ t be? It was an
unfair debate. The “moderator,” a Martha Raddatz, was so much on
Biden’ s side that she should have had him sitting in her lap. The
mainstream media is totally in the tank for Obama/Biden, only she
made no bones about it at all.
Still, Mr. Biden did a good job but I kept thinking a humble
thought:
He talks constantly about how much he and Mr. Obama are going to
do for “the middle class.” Wait a minute. They have been in office
for almost four years. They have not done one single meaningful
thing for the middle class. What on earth is he talking about? Why
doesn’ t the conservative press nail him on that? I mean, this ”
lifting up the middle class” thing is a con. The Obama government
has done zilch for the middle class.
Yes, they have added about fifteen million on food stamps. Yes,
they have millions more on welfare. But I must have missed what
they have done for the middle class. That’ s just empty words.
By the way, there is no way the feds can ” lift up” the middle
class. The middle class has to do it themselves by work and
education. I guess no one is allowed to say that.
Still, Mr. Biden is a darned good debater and a perfect
politician. But… he did not answer about why Mr. Obama never even
submits budgets, but that might be too embarrassing. How do you
explain that a super human genius like Barack Obama, head of the
Harvard Law Review without ever doing any scholarly work at all,
winner of the Nobel Peace Prize after NINE DAYS in office, a man
who went from nothing to President instantly, cannot be bothered to
submit a budget?
I guess he’ s too smart to worry about sordid money matters.
Meanwhile the Obama cover-up on Libya goes on. The hearing
yesterday in D.C. made it perfectly clear that Mr. Obama knew that
his explanation of what happened in Libya was a lie from day one.
He knew the killings at the Benghazi consulate were premeditated
terrorism by an al Qaeda affiliate from the first day.
But he lied about it from the first day. So did Mrs. Clinton and
Ambassador Rice. And when Gov. Romney manfully spoke out about Mr.
Obama’ s apologies to murderers, and his incompetence, the MSM
CRUCIFIED HIM and told us he was a fool and naive and too political
to be responsible for foreign relations. It turns out, of course,
that Romney was totally correct and Mr. Obama and the media were
totally wrong.
Has anyone in the MSM apologized? Has Mr. Obama apologized? Has
that pitiful Mrs. Rice at the UN apologized? Has Mrs. Clinton
resigned?
No, and the Obama/media axis keeps on covering up. At the
hearing yesterday, Rep. Elijah Cummings, of my beloved Maryland, a
leading light of the Congressional Black Caucus and a power in the
Oversight Committee, read a vicious attack on the Committee and its
chair, Mr. Issa, for daring to ask the administration any questions
at all about the murders in Libya and the clear cut cover-up.
But wait. I know how Washington works. Mr. Cummings is a fine
man. But I would bet dollars to donuts that the Obama White House
wrote his remarks — remarks aimed at keeping the coverup
going.
Yes. It has been a month now. The administration have been shown
to be complete liars about this Libya thing, have once again
apologized to thugs, have attacked the First Amendment, have done
the kowtow to killers — and they are still doing it. Still
covering up.
And the MSM is Mr. Obama’ s accomplice in this cruel hoax and
betrayal. Why is Mr. Obama doing this? What is his agenda in the
never ending kowtow to bad people? We had better start thinking
about that because it is not pretty.
Meanwhile, let’s play house. Let’s play, “Clean the house.”
